Apparently, my TV is not to be trusted to record anything late at night. Ever. And yes, I am totally blaming the television, since this has happened when people other than myself have been in charge of recording a movie.
Anyone remember the whole Who Needs to Look For Boobs at School When Mom is Just Going to Accidentally Record Them and Then Show Them to Us? incident a few months ago? *sigh* Go ahead. Read it again. Be sure to swallow anything you have in your mouth, first; or have something handy to clean off the monitor with. I'll wait.......
Are you done yet? Breathe slowly; the cramp you're suffering from laughing so hard will go away soon....
Mouse was over at our house tonight. (Side note? We love having her come over. One, it seriously motivates the Teenager to levels of housekeeping that he has never before been motivated much to. And two, she really is just an awesome girl. If I had to handpick someone for my absolutely adored son to fall in love with....it would have been her.) We had dinner (and can I just mention that I LOVE that this girl actually EATS?) and then decided to watch a movie that we had recorded some time ago and just not gotten around to watching yet. So we all sat down, got nice and comfy on the sofas, and Coach hit "Play".....
.... and then I freaked the heck out.
Because once again, THERE WERE BOOBS AND OTHER ASSORTED NAKED BODY PARTS FLASHING ACROSS MY TV SCREEN!!
I screeched. I might even have screeched some words I don't believe anyone thought I knew. I jumped off that sofa faster than I've moved in probably almost 25 years and planted myself in front of that screen. But let's be honest here. That screen is sitting at approximately 6 feet off the ground; while my head only tops 5'4". And as wide as my bathroom mirror might daily tell me I am, I just don't cover that screen. So of course, EVERYTHING can still be seen. And the Teenager, who conveniently has a memory like an elephant regarding certain things and so naturally remembered the last time this happened, was laughing so hard he was crying. Again. Coach was right there with him; although he DID find the remote and fast forward through to where we needed to be. And I couldn't tell which Mouse found more amusing; the laughter coming from the Teenager or my reaction to the FREAKIN' BOOBS THAT NEEDED TO GET OFF MY TV!!.
She is endlessly entertained at our house. But at least she's entertained in a recently vacuumed environment.
6 comments:
Both stories were endearing... and just think, if Mouse is HER, then you guys will have that story to retell and share over and over again!
I think that it is cute and lets your son know that there is an expectation regarding his behaviour. That can't be bad at all.
LOL! It figures.
I love that your house is so real. I'm smiling, but in pure sympathy. Honest.
Oh no! I love the image of you jumping across the room to cover the screen. Too funny!
OMG! That's fantastic! I mean, how horrible. I hope your boys never see boobs again.
remind me if I come over (what weekend is Kim coming down in October btw? hmmm...?)
anywho - remind me if I'm there to close my eyes until whatever we are wanting to watch is actually on screen. I see my own boobs daily and have no interest in others...
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